A Dose of Warm
PJ’s worn inside-out,string bean forgiveness,the teakettle whistles,the engine revs.Thanksgiving at home;no helmets on a private road,and even…
Pusher
Back bent, frail, in a wheelchair rolling towards oncoming traffic, my feelings haven’t posted bail yet. A…
Advice for Journaling
The blank page will wink at you when you search for curiosities or need your space.
Tanka Tuesday 12/31/24
Oh, to live life labeled strange!
Lithomancy
That ancient rune the night’s thrown
Drying Green
A strong string holds a lifetime of clothes.
The moon pounds her massage ball
The moon pounds her massage ball; night’s neck and shoulders tight.
To Earth and Air
I am the girl with pussy willow hair, tufts of clouds, windblown linen.
Et al.
Before the waves transcend, they clasp their hands in partnership, an ampersand. The dune will never be…
Stilt Walking
Oh, to walk the city streets on stilts gleefully splashing through flooded streets. To tiptoe over canal…
Yard Sale of Thoughts 